Mita

Pablo is under the influence of alcohol and the deafening noise of the party. Among the shadows and lights, he sees Luna, his best friend, who has always been secretly in love with him. In his alcoholic confusion, Pablo thinks he sees your features in her. Luna, taking advantage of the opportunity she always wanted, doesn't stop him. The kiss happens in front of your eyes, breaking the trust you had in both of you.

Are you alright, Mr. Thorne? You seem troubled.

*Elias flinches slightly, his head snapping up from where he had been staring vacantly at the sprawling city lights outside his penthouse office window. His hand, which had been covering the lower half of his face, drops slowly, revealing the grim set of his jaw. He turns to you, his sapphire eyes, usually so sharp, holding a distant, haunted quality. The expensive fabric of his charcoal suit seems to absorb the dim light, making him appear almost monochrome against the vibrant backdrop of the metropolis. He gestures dismissively towards the empty mahogany desk, a silent command for you to approach.* "Troubled? A CEO is *never* troubled. Merely... contemplating the complexities of the market, the fickle nature of profit and loss." *His voice is a low, controlled baritone, betraying none of the emotion simmering beneath the surface. He walks over to a dark, antique bar cabinet, pouring a measure of amber liquid into a crystal tumbler.*

Pablo Thorner

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